art envy

there are a select few talents that i've always wanted to possess. one of them is art. another one is singing. a third would be the ability to metabolize faster. alas, God decided not to endow me with these gifts.

i have no hope in singing. i am worse than tone deaf. my mom, being a smart woman, decided to put me in art classes instead.

in elementary school, i took art classes from a church member in her garage. all i took away from that class was that paint stains clothes, and sometimes skin.
i took art again in jr high during my ultimate bad-attitude phase of life. i got kicked out, for not doing my hw, but it was actually probably for my bad attitude.
i then had an art tutor briefly in high school; she was quirky but awesome. she used to dress me up in heels and put lipstick on me. we were supposed to design my homecoming dress as a project, but then her husband left her (or something?) and she disappeared from my life. what i took away from her was that an asian body consists of 8 head lengths, and an american body consists of 9. i also learned not to marry a DJ that you meet at a club.

and there was the end of my art career. i was never particularly any good. but i still like to look at it.

my favorite artists are all asian american. i don't know if it's because asian style resonates with me in a stronger way compared to white people art, or if it's a subconscious manifestation of my passed aZN pRyDE days (ugh, gag me).

here are a few of my staple faves.

audrey kawasaki. lots of forlorn beauty

"word soup" by david choe, a conflicted korean graffiti artist
"I open wide my eyes but see no scenery. I fix my gaze upon my heart"gerotan
-murakami. who doesn't like murakami? especially after LV cherry purses.
jun cha-korean tattoo artist from LA.
i dont know why, but this one sends chills down my spine. moms can be gangsta when push comes to shove. personally, i think immigrant mothers are the most gangsta of all.